I woke up the next morning at ten. At first I couldn't believe I had slept that long! I usually never sleep in that late but then I figured it was pro...ably because I was so tired emotionally from being severed from my sister, my lover.I walked downstairs into the kitchen to find a note from mom saying that her and my dad had some grocery shopping to do and that they wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours.I helped myself to the remnants of yesterday's breakfast and watched TV for the rest of the. ..' Billy looked around and said '...no I got a better thought...each one of you take the Bitch in the closet and make him suck your dick. I'll give you five minutes with him and then you come out and some one else go in. I already done fucked him and had my dick sucked so who will be first...' Fear filled me as I looked for an escape route or for some one to come on to the floor so I could break and run. Billy reached over and opened the door to the janitors closet and tried to push me. Jeffry soon arrived and he and Becky went into her room to put on his feminine clothes and make-up. Becky helped him pick out his panties and bra; black lace this time. Becky also opened her closet door, reached in, and handed Jeffry another outfit.“I’ve just about outgrown this, Jeffry. It was my favorite ‘come-fuck-me’ outfit. You can have it.” Becky handed him her little-black-party dress. It had bare shoulders, showed a lot of cleavage, and had a slit running up the side of the short. They loved and respected each other. My grandmother was a strong, intelligent woman. But unlike many of today’s women, she didn’t need to step on a man to feel her worth. Women like that are rare today, especially in the black community. We need to stop the hate and mistrust and spread more love. Because I think black men and black women united can be a beautiful, powerful thing. Most of us don’t remember the 1960s because we weren’t born yet. I was born on the sixth day of February 1986..